This is a song about "Computer coding"

Supersonic future with computer shit spits quick, bionic

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

And my computer i'm a square shooter so most of these

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

Coding, eroding, the system, fingers pressed in

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Strength built through multiple generations of coatings and coding

I be on some other shit

Boom! your computer just exploded

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces